As I have mentioned before, I consider our story a part of history, concerning the developments in the churches in Germany. A lot has changed over the years since the 70s; which includes the message, the style and traditions, and the methods of reaching the unsaved. To me it is intriguing as I learn more about those times, through the lens, of my young German husband. Much of his experience and perspective, I couldn’t relate to. Since I grew up in sunny California where live was easy, there was no correlation to the dreariness of life, in the walled city of West Berlin.
When I lived there with Thomas in 1970, it did have an effect on me, a sort of darkness and hopelessness seemed to be normal within his circle of school friends and musicians. Even if I would have known the history of Germany, which I didn’t, it still couldn’t have prepared me for daily life there.
One time years later, Thomas was telling his testimony, and said that I saved him out of the pit he was in, by taking him to California. He said otherwise, he probably would have died young, from either drugs or suicide.
